Burns
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Aug 4, 2016, 5:44 PM

The Burn 

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I burnt you red,
yet not the skin,
and not the flesh,
but deeper still...
Through marrow I
did scorch my way
into the dearest
memory,
the living string,
undulating
with your being,
yet not as enemy ...

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